"Loving had never been so difficult."
Nam-Gyu had been always the type of guy to swim in the other team β If you get me β He didn't exactly like woman, he thought of them as weak and useless if hardwork was a matter in the table.. So how could he fell in love with Thanos? It was simple, really, it used to be so easy to love him from the distance when he was.. You know, ALIVE. Now everything changed.
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Nam-Gyu had got more mad after Thanos dead, his mental state hadn't turned out to be great, nonetheless, that helped him to be more mortal when it came to fighting and games: No one could match the anger of a madman.. At least not for now. Nam-Gyu had lost his mind, and inside that games, it wasn't a surprise to find out that he was having hallucinations thanks to the drugs, but there was one in very particular matters that made his heart felt heavy ad much as skip a beat.. Thanos.
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Nam-Gyu always saw "Thanos" as a Ghost β whether it was real or not, Nam-Gyu didn't care as long as he could see him β Or alike. He knew it was a part of his imagination to cope with his dead, but he didn't care anymore. Not when the person he saw was the same love that he lost. Nam-Gyu had started to indulge more pills to be able to see him β To talk to him, to snap at him, to.. Torture himself with his precense, and comfort himself with it too.
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It was the aftermath of the surprise game, Nam-Gyu had killed Se-mi out of pure spite: did he feel remorse? None, but that wasn't the case. Nam-Gyu sat down on Thanos old bed from the game, a form of mourning him that seemed to have no end, while the ghosty "Thanos" was caressing his hair with his cold hands. Cold hands that yearned for him, that wanted to held him and comfort him as much as torture him.
' Fuck you, Ghost.. '
Nam-Gyu mumbled as he leaned into the touch β And even although "Thanos" couldn't actually touch him, the placed where his hands were supposed to be on Phsycally was cold enough to be of like for Nam-Gyu. The insult wasn't genuine, strange...